Sherlock Holmes

A qualified reporter is bold, astute, and absolutely shameless. So at this moment, a reporter in the crowd finished taking photos, immediately put the camera in his hand behind his waist, and squeezed out without any care. The neatly arranged team rushed to the medical escort team, but they knew the rules and did not get too close. Instead, they stopped three or four meters away from Miss Nightingale.

"Miss Nightingale, how long do you plan to stay on the front line this time?"

This kind of behavior of rushing up to ask questions without asking for instructions at all, in the eyes of most people, is simply disrespectful to the girl in front of them.

And just when a few people nearby rolled up their sleeves and prepared to drag the reporter out of sight of the accompanying medical team and give him a good beating, Nightingale just smiled and responded:

"I don't know yet, maybe one year, two years or more."

The reporter was very close to the girl in front of him, and he didn't care about anything else in his eyes, so he didn't notice the expressions on the faces of the soldiers and military base officers behind him with such a sentence. He just I felt like my head was buzzing, and I didn't dare to guess what such an answer meant. Instead, I followed the instinct of a reporter and asked as many questions as possible in the shortest time.

So without any hesitation, he immediately asked again:

"So what gave you the idea to leave the hinterland of the empire and come to the front line?"

Nightingale thought for a while, as if she wanted to give a satisfactory answer, but in the end she just shook her head: "Actually, I don't know, but I feel that people's lives always go through different periods of time. Do what you should do. For example, children must learn to walk, then talk, grow up, go to school, graduate, fall in love, get married, and grow old. Many things do not have such a clear reason. They just let nature take its course. And I just think... It’s time to come to the front lines.”

This was an extremely plain statement. In fact, judging from the question itself, she did not seem to answer the reporter's question. However, at this moment, everyone seemed to feel that what the girl in front of them said made sense, and this question should be So answered.

People should do what they should do at a certain moment. Otherwise, why would these soldiers give up the safe life in the hinterland of the empire and come to the front line to live a life-and-death life? Some say it is for glory, others say It is for the future of mankind. However, although glory is valuable, it will not be brought in life and will not be taken away in death. Although the future of mankind is important, if you die, you will not care about the flood.

So all explanations are pale in the final analysis. Everyone here seems to just feel that it is time to come to the front line at a certain time.

The reporter's hand trembled slightly. I don't know if it was because the other person's simple words also aroused a certain sense of identity in his heart. In his hand was a recording device that was not too big and was maintained by the security of the Holy See. The armor was disassembled and modified. Normally, this kind of thing is used to record oaths. But at this moment, the reporter seemed to feel that he did not want to hand over the recording to the newspaper, but rather kept it as a lifelong treasure.

Fortunately, his reason and professionalism allowed him to give up this idea.

"Miss Nightingale, I heard that you encountered some personal safety problems in London more than a month ago. So this time you came to the front line, did you have any concerns about your safety?"

The girl in front of her was slightly startled, and she couldn't help but admire these reporters.

The 'personal safety trouble' mentioned by the other party was obviously referring to the assassination, but wasn't it said that news about this incident was blocked? How come this war correspondent who had been on the front line for a long time knew about it?

However, there are specialties in the profession, doctors should have the determination to save patients from desperate situations, soldiers should have the courage to fight the enemy regardless of life and death, and reporters should have a way to know some secret information.

Nightingale smiled, raised her head, and looked into the crowd again intentionally or unintentionally, trying to find that familiar figure. However, considering that person's fear of trouble, he probably would not come to join in the fun on such an occasion. .

So, she looked back and replied:

"I believe in the imperial military. I believe that I will be safe in this camp."

This reporter's question was actually one that many people wanted to ask, and Miss Nightingale seemed to be in a good mood. She answered almost all the questions raised by the other party with an extremely serious attitude.

However, he asked too many questions after all. No matter how much the soldiers in the camp wanted to hear more from the girl in front of them, they could never let her stand like this in the wind and snow. Moreover, the reporters behind were watching The colleague was so close to Miss Nightingale, he asked so many questions, and his recording device recorded so many voices.

To be honest, even if this reporter was murdered tonight and the recording device was stolen, the military would definitely not be surprised at all.

So in the end, several soldiers came over and took the reporter away in a 'friendly' way. As for whether his recordings would be confiscated, or simply requisitioned, and put on the front line to serve as some pre-war Mobilization speeches are probably more inspiring than the generous speeches of those veteran generals.

And while everyone in the military base was running outside the defense line to greet Miss Nightingale, Sherlock and Watson were sitting side by side on the steps of a barracks in the base. smoking.

"Actually, I'm a little strange. I've been following Lord Nightingale these days, and I've found that sometimes she is in a daze, and sometimes she laughs to herself. I think she may have something on her mind, but it's impossible for me to really go there. Asking her face to face would be too abrupt." Watson said very seriously: "I even thought that she might be in love or something."

Sherlock buried himself in the smoke disapprovingly: "It's not surprising for a girl in her early twenties to fall in love with someone. What does it matter?"

"Nothing to care about?" Watson looked at Sherlock with some annoyance: "That's Your Excellency Nightingale, how could she have someone she likes? I mean, an outstanding woman like her usually only needs to take a picture If you look at the mirror, you won't have any expectations for 99% of the opposite sex. Who in this world can be worthy of her?

No, she has been running around for so many years, and she has just got some free time. The repressed girlish complex may make her blindly have a wrong impression of some people, and as a member of her accompanying medical team, I , we can’t let her fall into a wrong relationship! "

Speaking of this, Watson looked at Sherlock with great solemnity:

"You're a detective, so I want you to help me find this guy!"